Monday, 23 November 2015

Saturday, 7 November 2015

In a culture where a Christmas advert for a department store is now an "event", I think it's ... er, kind of obvious that popular culture is DEAD. Then again, it always was.While self-deluding people from my age group reminisce about how there used to be "good stuff" in the charts in their youth - pretending to themselves that Top Of The Pops from 1979 was wall-to-wall new wave and groovy Donna Summer songs (not Village People, Cliff Richard and Dr Hook) - the sad truth, dear reader, is that dross is a constant in our lives.Quality will out, they say, but ... it won't. It'll be strangled at birth. Nope, just accept it. We're all suffocating to death with nothing more than a new James Bond film or an Adele song to take our minds off our grimly inevitable fate. Once, long ago, I had a dream that everyone had started liking Alexander Sokurov films and Suckdog music. It was crazy man. It was so weird ...